Descriptive Writing
I was walking with subtle footsteps that were echoing like screams. The dazzling stars were shining right above my head; the crinkled leaves were falling down form the attractive blossom tree. As I continued to stroll I felt as if someone was stealthily following me. I halted at a gentle pace and slowly turned around; I thought I could see a bold silhouette of someone. But there was nothing. It was just my extraordinary imagination. I guess I was just missing you. All I could think of was the that dreadful day, that day that was the worst day of my life.
Whenever I was with you I would constantly smile, because I loved you with all of my heart, you were the one that kept my heart beating, you were the one that I wanted to be with, you were the one that made me felicitous, ecstatic and also made me feel special.
You broke my heart that day. The day I had decide to marry you. You broke my heart into tiny pieces, that my heart shattered on to the floor. So badly broken that it could never be fixed.
Your sparkling eyes, your witty remarks, your beautiful clothing, so pristine that they looked like they had never been worn. I had vowed that I would never let you slip out of my hands, but I never noticed as you slowly did slip, like oil, just dripping. I didn't realise until you were gone!
I was walking at a leisurely pace along the clean and clear pavement, my shoes were glistening in the pure darkness. I felt lonely and flustered. It was like someone had pulled out my soul in less than a second. I continued to stride down the pavement with gloomy and depressing thoughts in my head. I guess it wasn't supposed to last for very long. walking with a melancholic face, the breeze hitting against my soft and velvety cheeks, I vanished into thin air.
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